WWMD?

I left work early yesterday. 2pm. First I had to go pick up my new glasses. They're weird. When you first put them on, things are a bit blurrier, but then they sharpen up. Going take some getting used to. Leaving the Carnage Hospital at 2:35, I get a call from the cable guy.

"You're getting cable service today?" he asks. "Delivery of an HD box?"

"Yes," I say.

"Well, I'm out front now, and no one's answering the door," he says.

"That's because my appointment was for between 3 and 5," I say.

"Oh. I must have messed up my work orders."

"Well, I'll be there in about half an hour," I say.

So, I battle traffic. Get home. Go upstairs, unload my stuff...bag, jacket, wallet, keys. And I decide to leave a note for the cable guy, because our doorbell doesn't work. So I kindly write up: Cable Guy, Doorbell doesn't work. Door is unlocked. #2 is door at right at top of stairs. I run down stairs, tape it to the front door, run back up stairs, and....

BAM! Locked out!

Oof. "Am I really that stupid?" I ask myself. "Are my keys really sitting on my desk on the other side of the door?"

"Yes," I tell myself. "You're really that stupid. Your keys are really sitting on your desk on the other side of the door."

You see, I could leave the door open, but if I do that Pantera, the cat, will feel like getting awesome and leaving the apartment. So, even if I'm leaving for just a minute to bring out trash, check for mail, put a note out for the cable guy, I close the door behind me. But usually I remember to unlock it. Usually.

It's shortly after 3pm. I have no keys (obviously) so I can't get in or drive anywhere. No wallet, so I can't maybe run out and get a bite to eat while I wait for either my roomate or landlord to call me back. Nothing to read to pass the time.

So for the next 3 and half hours....the cable guy comes, leaves me my HD box...the neighbor upstairs walks his dog and doesn't have a spare key...I talk to my dad and mom, separately...send some text messages...lie down and briefly fall asleep in the front hall...think a lot about how awesome it would be to be in my apartment...briefly consider trying to find a ladder and climb up to our porch window that doesn't close all the way, and reject that idea for fear of arrest or broken bones...and wonder WWMD--What Would MacGuyver Do? Well, obviously, he'd find some way to turn his phone into a magnet andunlock his door that way. Byut I don't have MacGuyver's skills, or Richard Dean Anderson's writers, so I'm shit out of luck.

Finally, at 6:30, my landlord comes home and gives me a spare, mere minutes before I actually die of boredom.

Unfortunately, something like this just wrecks the rest of one's night as well. After getting in, I do my usuals---shower, eat dinner, check email---before I sit down to do some recording. There's a couple of tunes that need to have the guitar parts thrown down so Matt can sing over them, and I'd like to get them done over the next couple of weeks. Well, a few hours and roughly 100 takes later I still don't even have a version of even just the first track that I like. It took me about 50 takes to get one that was OK, but there's some small issues with it. Enough that I wasn't happy with it. So, I run through about another 50 takes and still don't get the performance I want, before finally deciding to call it a night and reading some comics and going to bed. I was hoping to have this tune done by Saturday, and now with the first day a no-go, I'm thinking that might not happen, unless I can get particularly awesome tonight when I get home and rip out that track and the second one.

All in all, pretty much a wash of a day. But at least I have my official HD box now, instead of borrowing the one from my parent's house.